Chapter 1271: Slaying (Part 1)

Previously, it had taken over two months by ship, and during those two months of conversations with the guards, Dongbo Xueying had gained some understanding of ‘Junshan City.’ Though the city’s factions were deeply intertwined, a ‘Divine Monarch’ was undoubtedly considered a master. He had come all the way from the distant Heartworld Continent—a newcomer with few acquaintances, let alone enemies.

Assassinating a Divine Monarch-level expert?

“I’d like to see who dares,” Dongbo Xueying remained calm, sitting cross-legged with his eyes half-lidded.

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard on the street, three figures concealed in the void silently approached. These three masters gazed at the courtyard ahead, their eyes filled with killing intent.

“Are you sure this is the place?”

“Relax, it’s definitely here! That Ascender is staying inside.”

“Fifth Brother, Ninth Brother, stick to the plan. Fifth, you unleash your domain. Ninth, you ambush—ideally, we take him down in one strike. Even if we fail to kill him immediately, I’ll follow up and finish him off,” the tallest of the three, a burly man in green robes, transmitted mentally.

“Third Brother, don’t worry. Between Fifth Brother and me, it’ll be enough.”

“Third Brother, just watch us.”

The other two, both slender and short, brimmed with confidence—they had coordinated countless times before.

Exchanging a glance, they moved.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, they flashed into Dongbo Xueying’s residence, striking the moment they entered.

“Hiss—” One of the slender figures, a woman in red, exhaled softly, releasing a dense green mist that surged forth with eerie sentience, enveloping the quiet chamber where Dongbo Xueying meditated. The entire structure housing the chamber corroded rapidly under the mist, crumbling into dust with a sizzling sound.

“Quite the potent poison,” Dongbo Xueying remarked, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise as he sat cross-legged inside.

In this world, even soil and gravel were absurdly dense, as if every particle was condensed from Hunyuan energy. The gravitational pull was monstrous, drastically reducing the range of battle effects. Given the inherent stability and weight of matter, combined with the defensive formations reinforcing the estate, even breaking through walls would require the strength of a Cosmic God. To silently erode something into dust was an extraordinary feat.

The poison mist seeped in relentlessly, leaving no opening untouched.

The void here was terrifyingly stable—so much so that Dongbo Xueying still hadn’t figured out how to perform ‘spatial teleportation.’ Against such poison, there was no dodging—only direct resistance.

“Hmph.”

Dongbo Xueying remained seated, merely letting out a cold snort. A swirling vortex of void energy materialized around him, repelling the encroaching green mist. The poison gnawed furiously at the barrier but couldn’t penetrate the layered spatial distortions. As a cultivator of laws, Dongbo Xueying’s manipulation of power was so refined it bordered on the miraculous. The red-clad woman’s poison, though troublesome for most Divine Monarchs, was effortlessly neutralized by him.

“How arrogant, to remain seated like that?” The assassin ranked ‘Ninth,’ a black-clad man, seethed inwardly. His body twisted abruptly, transforming into a dark-red serpent barely a meter long.

Ssssh!

The serpent shot forth like a crimson streak, aiming to pierce Dongbo Xueying’s body.

Yet Dongbo Xueying didn’t even rise. Resting across his knees was a spear—a weapon he had acquired after becoming a cultivation instructor for the ‘Junshan Yufeng Clan.’ By this world’s standards, it was unremarkable, even crude compared to the arms of the Heartworld Continent.

But it had one unique trait—it was *heavy*.

“A serpent?” Dongbo Xueying gripped the spear with one hand and thrust forward, the tip aimed straight at the dark-red streak.

“Pathetic,” the serpent sneered mentally. Its body was sharper than any divine weapon, more agile than any blade—far deadlier than mere steel.

Sssss—

As the serpent struck, the green mist surrounding Dongbo Xueying suddenly spawned swarms of insects, gnawing voraciously at the void vortex. Even the intangible spatial distortions were being forcibly dismantled.

“Perhaps I won’t even need to intervene?” The towering green-robed man, wielding a blood-red curved blade, advanced from behind.

Three masters, one assassination.

Dongbo Xueying, still seated, thrust his spear with eerie calm. The void ahead of the spear tip abruptly collapsed like a shrinking bubble, encapsulating the dark-red serpent.

“What—? Break!”

The serpent, though startled, remained confident in its ability to shatter the confinement.

But when its razor-sharp head struck the bubble’s edge, it met layer upon layer of resistance—an immovable force. The bubble contracted rapidly, collapsing inward.

The spear tip pierced the shrinking void—now a black dot—containing the writhing serpent. Despite its desperate thrashing, escape was impossible.

The ‘Third Brother’ and ‘Fifth Sister’ watched in shock but had no time to intervene. They trusted in Ninth Brother’s resilience—his body was as tough as divine steel.

*Boom.*

Dongbo Xueying’s spear struck the black dot.

The dot exploded.

Within lay the serpent, now severed into three writhing segments. Its eyes bulged with terror as it screamed mentally, “Third Brother! Fifth Sister! Save me!”

*Boom. Boom.*

Still seated, Dongbo Xueying casually stabbed twice more.

Each thrust was blindingly fast. Each time, the void collapsed anew, crushing the serpent further.

First strike—three pieces, still begging.

Second strike—shredded remnants, despairing.

Third strike—utter annihilation.

All in an instant.

At Dongbo Xueying’s level, spear thrusts were near-instantaneous. The red-clad woman’s poison and insects hadn’t even fully breached the void vortex. The green-robed ‘Third Brother,’ despite lunging forward, was a step too late.

“This is a ‘severely wounded’ early-stage Divine Monarch Ascender?”

“The intel was *wrong*!”

Panic surged through the remaining two assassins.

To slay their physically formidable ‘Ninth Brother’ in one move—under the red-clad woman’s suppression—was beyond the capability of a mid-stage Divine Monarch. This was the power of a *peak* Divine Monarch!

The gap between a peak Divine Monarch and a wounded early-stage one was tenfold, if not more.

“The intel was flawed. The target far exceeds our estimates! Retreat, *now*!” The green-robed man, though furious, transmitted the order and bolted without hesitation.

“You think you can attack me and just walk away?” Dongbo Xueying, who had been seated until now, *moved*.

Swish—

Like a thread slicing through the air, he blurred forward.

As a consummate master of the Void Dao, even with his physical strength only restored to ‘mid-stage Divine Monarch’ (equivalent to a mid-level ‘King’ in the Broken Tooth Mountain Range), his comprehension of this world’s void mysteries made his techniques vastly superior to these assassins, who relied mostly on their ‘Hunyuan Ancestral God bloodline abilities.’

“He’s too fast!” The green-robed man fled desperately.

Dongbo Xueying pursued, his speed more than double the assassin’s.

*Thrust.*

The same spear technique. The void around the green-robed man collapsed instantly, compressing him into a shrinking ‘black dot’ world. Before he could even plead, the spear tip struck.

*Boom!*

Internal and external forces converged—annihilation.

The green-robed man’s last act was a desperate swing of his blood-red blade.

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